Look out by ledge at 'Necks Break' a way out to sea's sky

You'll spy those jagged 'Angry Rocks' where boats and people die

For reasons unbeknownst to any or that some fear to tell

Everything (nice and not) drifts here, is 'here' first step into hell?

In Thomas's Taverne Crunch Cove Eunice P. England relates a dramatic story of murder, wrecking and smuggling off the coast in ancient times before the lighthouses of today. In the era of sail, it is a story told in dialect and rhyme. This epic poem occupies half of the book, whilst the rest is taken up with poetry, some of which demonstrate Eunice P England's love of wordplay.